Today I sat in a light filled yoga studio surrounded by the calming buzz of the 'OM.' The sounds that filled my ears lifted my lips into a smile. The clock overhead seemed to TICK to the sound, joining in for a TIME. The TOCK asking me the question, 'Do you believe in 'signs?' My past has been full of signs each one encouraged me during a difficult TIME, reinforcing an idea, or simply putting my mind at ease. For the past 6 months I have been seeing the numbers
9-1-1 everywhere. After several months of glimpsing the number I called my Bestie in a panic, "911?! That can't be good, can it?" She pondered this for a moment and offered her lucky numbers to me, 22. In my first two TIME pieces I used her lucky numbers, willing them to over take the dreaded 911. It didn't work. 911 was stalking me. It has now been 1 month since I accepted the three numbers. Instead of cringing I would smile and say 'hello'. TIME no.9 was a drawing of my dad's old watch, the date stuck on 9-1-1. OMMMMMMMMMMM...... The chant came a few blocks from my house. 911 Central Street, Island Yoga. I saw the numbers and knew that they had indeed been a sign. TIME signaled the end of class but the 'OM' continued on. Namaste TIME.